Vilja Chapter 4
Flœrð - Deceit
The hunt was on the moment his pupils constricted. She knew he had finally discovered her, who she truly was. His grip laxed and finally recognition flushed his face. With the last remaining drops of willpower she had left, she forced herself backwards, taking full advantage of those few seconds of confusion. Darting out from under him, one leg springing her into a fast pace, the other swinging and repeating the movement.
She had a few seconds on him, before he pursued.
Her heat raged with a determination she had never felt before. Being hounded by an Alpha was neither painful or arousing. It was somewhere in between.
"Stǫðva" A raging voice boomed behind her. "láta fram, I will elta until the ends of the earth Omega!"
No time or consideration could be mustered to translate the words he was growling. She couldn't keep the pace for this long, her heat was furiously coursing through her body, activated by the chase. And her body had little stamina reserves, unlike him. Never had she felt something so intense.
Two steps, maybe three behind her, the Alpha's growing rut thumped and called her to him. There was no doubt now. He knew. His scent had escalated, whipping against her skin and threatening to fog her mind.
It was too late for her, her body defied her control and began to slow. Unable to reach for experience, she gave him the upperhand. Throbbing hard, her whole body ached for him. Screaming to let him have her, to destroy her. A new stream of slick cascaded down her moving thighs, causing an eruption of grunts from behind her. The fury pumping into her. The chase was whipping them both into a frenzy. Her heat had arrived and it made breathing almost impossible. Her Omega was commandeering her body. Give in, let him destroy me, I want it, I need my Alpha.
She couldn't fight his pull any longer. She gave in, falling to the ground and rolling over in submission.
Sliding and skidding he kicked up a wave of mud, legs pressed into the outside of hers. Hands slamming either side of her face. He prowled over her like a crazed animal, feral, his teeth snarling at her. Sandalwood flooded her surroundings and pulled out her omega. She was no longer in control.
"Please Alpha…"
"Shut the fuck up! You will obey me, you will succumb to my vald!"
"Yes Alpha, anything… Please"
"Little Omega, did you think you could hide this forever?"
"No, I, I had to"
"How?"
Shaking, her hand reached inside her dress, revealing to dired, bitter herbs. He took one sniff and snarled at her.
"Leynask"
"Suppressants"
"You have no other symptoms! Vǫlva!"
"No! This isn't magic, I'm telling the truth. They cause no symptoms"
Sniffing her hand again, seemingly taking in the scent more this time, he analysed it. His face dove down toward hers, his lips pressing into hers. Immediately his tongue pushed through her lips, attempting to taste her. Flaring to a new height her omega lapped at him, flicking and licking back. At first he was examining her, testing her words for truth. But as her omega panted and begged with her tongue, his kiss became hungrier. More vicious. Slick wet her clothing and her scent became like noxious substances, engulfing them both.
He abruptly broke their kiss and growled at her.
"Ya taste like ta disgustin' fuckin' things" His acent thick with desire, he could hardly articulate himself anymore.
"I'm not lying my Alpha"
"Ya'v been lyin' my little Omega" He licked his lips, tasting her one more time. "An I can't have a lyin' little Omega cunt amongst us!"
"Please, Alpha. I had to, but once I smelt your need last night, I could no longer hide it from you. Please, I need…"
"Ya smelt my rut, do ya not know what a rut is?"
"No, not before last night"
"Ya smelt Eira's heat?"
"Yes, peaches"
"Where did you get these…"
"Suppressants?"
He growled again, his patience wearing thin.
"All omega's take them, my people hide omega's during heat. Until they are wed." She admitted.
"Ya hide your heat? Ya'v never been knotted?"
Her brows furrowed at the sound of the word. "Did you knot Eira last night?"
"Yes"
She looked away from his intense glare, still highly aware of his body above hers. Suffering in her need for him to kiss her again. Despite her pain, she clawed back a sliver of control.
"I have never had such a vulgar thing happen to me"
He pushed all the air out of his lungs in a deep moan. His head bending down again, this time his lips grazed at her scent gland. The one he had nicked earlier. Growling began in his throat and transferred into her neck as he drank in her scent. Pressure from his hips sunk down into her as he grinded his growing cock into her. Beyond her control, cooing escaped her lips, encouraging the bulge to grow more.
"Maybe that's why ya stink is so fuckin'… So, uhhh ofrǫlvi!" He painfully groaned.
Before she could stop it, it had already left her mouth. "Knot me please, Alpha! Knútr!"
His eyes shot wide open, instantaneously his body shot off her. Sitting back on his haunches, he had become alarmingly aware of his own rut. Pulling back from her. The Omega taking control of her wailed at his denial of her pleading.
"Please…" It sounded again.
"Shut up!" He punched the earth next to her head. "Be quiet!"
Cowering slightly beneath him she rubbed her legs against his. Trying to absorb his touch.
"How many of these suppressants do ya have left?"
His control was becoming more evident in his speech. English had returned.
Struggling to cage her Omega, she moaned. "Two days worth at most"
"Where can ya find more?"
"They are produced by brewers, the process is long, I would need to go to a town and buy more"
"A town? How far away is the nearest town?"
"Two day's ride on horseback" She said. "Why Alpha?"
Finally, he stood up. Looking down at her, his cold blank demeanor was back. How did he do that? Was he not in pain as she was? Why wasn't he taking her?
"I can't have ya fucking stinking up the camp and pulling my Alphas to rut."
"Don't they smell the other Omega's heat? Why can't…"
"No! Mærr, do ya know nothing?"
Bringing her hands up to cover her flushed face she shook her head. "No my Alpha"
Hissing his disapproval he folded his arms. "They are different, they are mine ! They are my frills. They bear my scent, no other Alpha will touch them"
"Then scent me! Make me yours! Please"
Anguished he looked away from her. "No! I will not take a Saxon bitch!" He hissed through gritted teeth. "Besides, that's just your heat talking, ya need to control it"
Wincing at his words as she knew them to be true.
"We will hide you from the rest of the pack until ya are bonded with another"
"Bonded?"
"Yes, bonded. Þekkjast"
Even though she was desperate to know more, she managed to stop herself from speaking. Agonising over the pain her body was in, she put the dried herbs into her mouth and chewed. Forcing them into her body against her Omega's will.
"Good, ya understand. We will go to the next town and get more. Otherwise ya will attract others with no other way to curb your heat"
"Varð-veita the pack, verja the frills"
"Yes Alpha"
His subordinate Alpha bowed his head as the other followed suit. They would give up their lives for the pack, for his Omega's. He felt completely confident leaving them under the care of his lesser Alpha's. He felt illr lying to his pack. But sometimes he had to do uncomfortable things to keep them safe. That was his duty as Supreme Alpha.
His head twisted upwards to the small Omega on the horse, wrapped in fur and shivering. Her amber orbs searching for him, but darting away at his presence. Instincts spiked his body, physically urging him to go to her. Making his guts twist. The protectiveness had started already. He had to find an Alpha to bond her with. Until he could make that decision, he had to keep her suppressed with the magical medine her kind possessed.
He could bond her? Gnaw that scent gland, have her sweet little Omega cunt?
He snarled at himself as he launched his body on the back of the horse. His legs encircling her tiny frame. He tried to ignore the fact that she felt good there, encompassed by him.
No, he didn't bond. He was a free Alpha. Free to breed multiple Omega, as per their culture. He wouldn't bond any Omega, especially some weak little Saxon bitch. She couldn't even defend herself.
"If we are not back in four days. Send a small group to find us" Katsuki said, kicking the horse into a gallop straight out of the gate.
The subsequent squeal and whimpers from the little Omega made his cock twitch. Just the sound of her voice was begging him to take her. To fuck her until she couldn't move. Even through the suppressant's power, he was still drunk off her scent. He needed this Saxon bitch gone from his inner circle. He couldn't afford the distraction any longer. She had delayed his campagne long enough.
Bounding toward the forest her hand slipped up around his arm and held on tight. He stopped a bark from escaping, just letting her be for now. Atleast, he mused, it had made her stop shivering like a weak pathetic thing. Her heat had obviously worsened for her, with no relief for two days.
"The more you take those things, the more reliant your body becomes," Katsuki said over the noise of the horses hooves.
"I am taking three times the normal dose as it is," She said quietly.
No wonder her scent was getting stronger by the day. Soon he would not be able to hide her from his pack. Thoughts of dumping her at the town entered his mind. But she already knew too much. And there was the fact of who her father was. He couldn't let her go now. But keeping her put them all at risk.
"If you are not bonded soon, other males will come for you"
"What is bonding?"
Despite his best efforts his body reacted to the thoughts swirling in his head. The first touch of her scent gland, it was the most intense smell he had ever witnessed. His father had warned him, one day he would find a scent irresistible. He should bond that Omega. Become soul bonded. Þekkjast. His body responded to this little Saxon bitch unlike any other.
No, he refused.
"When an Alpha is knotting an Omega, they Bíta at the Omega's scent gland, and the Omega Bíta at the Alpha's scent gland"
"Bíta? Bite?"
Grunting in acknowledgement, trying to suppress his own need for her without the use of drugs. The less she talked the better.
"Are you… Þekkjast?" Her voice was tiny, breaking with nerves.
"Tch." He said. "No, I don't need to be bonded like an Omega does."
Her body shook in his arms. Pressing back against his body. Fuck, this was going to be a long two days ride.
"How come?"
"Sitja um kyrt!" He commanded. "No more fucking questions Mærr"
Settling back down, her shivering stopped. Finally able to get his mind focus now, he spurred the horse on more. The rhythmic sound aiding in his quest for subduing his rut. Only the night before had her knotted Eira. Now here he was, ready to devour this Omega, over and over. Eira and her heat completely out of his mind.
No, she had to go.
"Thank you" She murmured.
"Don't thank me, ya fucking annoying Saxon bitch"
